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⌜ chapter three ⌟


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Eric's sitting on the couch in his apartment with Letty, and he's doing work for school. "Okay, first college paper. Playing with the big boys. Ten thousand words — word number one." He licks the tip of his pencil. "I want my mommy." He starts fake crying.

"Come on, Eric. You had three weeks to write this paper." Jack says as he turns away from the counter.

"You don't make fun of my learning disability!" He yells as he points at him.

"You have a learning disability?"

"Mhm. He's lazy." Letty says as she goes through the pictures in her lap.

"My work isn't as easy as yours." Eric argues, and his girlfriend reaches up and flicks his forehead. "Ow!"

"It's more complicated than point camera, push button."

"Is not! I can do that too."

"Yeah, but she takes pictures that people would actually buy and hang up in their homes. You took a picture of your foot." Jack says as he starts toward his room.

"Hey, what'd you write your paper about?" Eric asks as he looks up at him, which prompts him to change course.

"Well, alright..." He walks over to sit on the couch, and Letty scoots toward Eric to give him more room as he sits down beside her. He opens his laptop as Eric leans over, wrapping his arm around his girlfriend as he looks at the screen. "Here it is — ten thousand words. A perfectly crafted essay on my Summer in China working with paleontologists." Jack says, and Eric scoffs as he looks away. "What?"

"Your very first college paper, and you're writing about what you did on your Summer vacation?" He questions.

"I uncovered dinosaur fossils."

"You got pictures?"

"No."

"Then you got nothing."

"I think it's pretty good." Jack tells him.

"Ignore him. Can I see?" Letty asks, and he passes the laptop over to her so that she can read his essay.

"Pre— You don't get it." Eric argues. "We're in college now. We're being judged on a whole new level. Uh, theories, and footnotes, shades of meaning, nuance, spelling—"

"Hey, babe." The brunette looks at him, and he raises his eyebrows as he turns his attention to her. "Chill out. He wrote about going to a different country. It's a hell of a lot more exciting than the Summer we spent traveling and going to places that had things like the largest yogurt cup."

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